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Thanks for the pictures! I didn't really want to cook my turkey in a bag because I wanted the skin to come out brown and crispy and it seems like the bag would prevent that from happening. But looking at the pictures changed my mind.

Awhile back, fires were starting in homes while people were away at work or wherever. This is due to the fact that many people stored the brown paper grocery bags in that space between the kitchen wall and the fridge. Turns out, this is a bad idea. I'm sure that fridge manufacturers have addressed the problem (probably due to lawsuits) to prevent the bags from igniting while in that space. But paper bag manufacturers probably shared in the liability, as well. Thus, the addition of fire retardant chemicals to help protect you from yourself. (Sorry, I work for attorneys).

".. no one has looked at this from another angle; there are a lot of sucessful crappy restaurants out there so it's certainly not all about great food and great chefs." Yeah, murray26, what's up with THAT? There are joints that never seem to die, with their cardboard pizza and tasteless crap. They screw up a salad! So how soon can we look forward to their extinction? Doesn't seem fair at all.

Many, many moons ago, an old man would visit our neighborhood with a small cart on wheels. He would sharpen your knives at the curb. My mother wouldn't consider anyone else for the task. Now, it's just a vague memory. He did an excellent job, only came by once a year, and charged nothing much at all.

I do not like lima beans. I love food and will eat many things, try new dishes, and experiment all I want. I do not eat lima beans. I do not know why, but I hate them. If I am served a dish and can taste lima beans therein, I will not eat it. I love all other kinds of beans, except for lima beans and black-eyed peas. Another disgusting subject. And I would rather eat dirt than eat tuna. Dirt tastes better.

I can relate to a dad's cooking disaster. My mom was in the hospital, so my dad decided to cook a steak by pressure cooking it. It came out tasing like absolutely nothing but matter. It looked grey. I am not really sure that it was originally a steak either. We told mom. She assured us he would never be cooking that "meal" again. Ever. Everything worked out for the best that time. But then mom used that pressure cooker to make stuffed cabages and the cooker exploded, leaving cabage dripping from the ceiling and even the dining room chairs! Wow! adventures in food preparation.

Novelli, this is the funniest post I have read in a long time. Hilarious! Thank you so much for sharing. I have a bad habit of putting things in the oven and then watching TV in the bedroom. I fall asleep and it's DISASTER, because I wake up hours later. I never hear the smoke alarms. What wakes me up are my dogs. They are not happy about this at all. BTW, how was that beer ice cream?

I learned something from your post. I didn't know that would happen. No tuna in the micro for me. My dumbest thing goes like this: I roast a marshmallow on a fork over the gas burner. When it gets just right, I pop it in my mouth AND lick the fork. OWWW. Then, I get another marshmallow and do it AGAIN. Now I can't eat anything until my tongue heals. This is the dumbest thing I do. I've done it more than once! Nevertheless, I did purchase oven mitts that reach all the way up to my elbows so that I can take things out of the oven without scorching my arms. DUH!

Thank you, Sunshine. And you too, Caroline. I am hoping I don't cook the life out of this little turkey. It looks like a big chicken, so I won't be cooking it for hours. I did brine it and I hope this wasn't a mistake. I don't envy cooking a 35+ lb. turkey, but I wouldn't mind the wonderful leftovers, which are my favorite.

I wept when I read your post. My local church gave me a 7 lb. turkey for Thanksgiving. I did not know they were that small. When I had money, I bought the biggest turkey I could find. Now that I am broke, I am thankful that at least somebody will be roasting the big roasted bird. When you sit down to dinner, take a moment to look for me at your window, looking in and loving it. Good luck and God bless.

I love pixie stix and still buy them. I don't care if kids like them or not. I never liked the taffy stuff, or Squirrels, member them? Necco candies had nice colors, but lousy taste. An individual sized baq of potato chips was gold. Pennies were lousy offerings. Apples were not acceptable, thankfully, because they could be tampered with. Popcorn balls too. Yuck. Hard candies were crap. Those went directly into the trash. Cracker Jacks was the ultimate best ever.

Whoa! If the MIL gets on your nerves, consult your intermediary (husband). Let him take her someplace to see/do/criticize/question something. It's his responsibility to keep her amused. If they are not close, or have nothing much in common, then the MIL should stay home. Forget giving her a job. Give your husband a job instead. Go amuse momma.

Nope. No kids. I've put up with all I can take. No kids. We've had lawsuits in our state about this issue. The parents are the problem. They don't teach their kids about proper behavior. The result is a nightmare. No kids. Keep your dropcloths and your chicken legs, rice, and your ill mannered children AT HOME. Teach them how to behave in a social environment first. Then, we'll see. Otherwise, no children EVER.

When I had money (which is now only a fond memory), I would leave 25% tip if the server was attentive and had personality that enabled them to hold a brief conversation. I found that talking with servers gives them an idea about you. They seem to want to do better for you. Especially as opposed to someone who treats them like hired help with no identity. This is a job I could not do. I do not have the patience/tolerance necessary.

I love good food. I can eat alot too. I avoid restaurants that serve an entree that looks like tiny items artfully arranged on a plate, with some dabbling of sauce. I spent $180 on lunch one day and walked away hungrier than when I arrived. No way. Don't even serve me this. It's ridiculous and you have got to be kidding. SERIOUSLY! Stop this!

If I see a sweet-potatoes-and-marshmallows dish sitting on the table, I know I am doomed. The white potatoes will have a pound of butter in them, and a quart of whipped cream. I am a diabetic, so I can eat about a quarter teasponful of these. Hope the green beans are not swimming in butter or oil. Don't even pass me the gravy. Jello and ambrosia salad? YES! Hope the turkey isn't dried up. Next year, I'm staying home with my dogs. Blech.